"Not only the crossbows, but also the firearms are almost used up." Zhao Yang said with lingering fear.
Ma Ma stared at the sparse trees on the plain outside and nodded: "This is suitable for heavy cavalry to charge. The opponent is not only heavy cavalry, but also has the upper hand in numbers. The general is really under great pressure."
"This person did have two mistakes in command. They didn't dare to approach us and just fought outside. But the heavy cavalry charged, and their momentum was really scary. We had to use firearms and crossbows. This is how firearms and crossbows are consumed. All gone." Zhao Yang looked at the traces of the heavy cavalry in the distance, then looked at almost two hundred Tubo people carrying a stretcher, and asked curiously, "How did you defeat each other?"
Also facing three times the heavy cavalry, Zhao Yang only tied with the opponent, but did not expect that the horse power would completely win.
Facing his subordinates, he not only lost face, but also felt somewhat uncomfortable.
After all, he was a general, so he had better command ability, but he never expected that he would only be tied with the enemy.
"Of course they are no match for the opponent in a head-to-head fight. Fortunately, there are two tower forests inside. The subordinates lured them to the tower forest, used firearms and crossbows to hide behind the tower forest, killed them by surprise, aroused the anger of the heavy cavalry, and launched an attack on the subordinates Charge. However, Tallinn is not suitable for the charge of heavy cavalry with spears. Instead, it is more suitable for the encirclement and suppression of light cavalry of the security regiment with killing knives. Seeing that it is about to fail, Basang proposes to fight alone with his subordinates, who occupy the sharper weapons. Because of this, defeating Basang forced them to surrender." Ma Li briefly mentioned the battle process, emphasizing that it was Tallin's fault.
Hearing this, Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
It turns out that the horsepower makes clever use of the terrain, which is not available on the flat ground outside.
But even so, it is inseparable from the commanding ability of horsepower.
Having Tallinn is one thing, but how to use Tallinn is another thing.
After all, the Tubo not only had heavy cavalry, but also had three times the number.
Zhao Yang couldn't help but ask: "How did Ziqi lure Basang into Tallinn?"
"My subordinates showed weakness and slowed down the pace of their horses. Seeing the hope of victory, Basang chased after him. Unexpectedly, he was ambushed." Ma Li explained with lingering fear.
Without Basang's relentless pursuit, it would be hard to say who would win in the end.
Zhao Yang nodded: "This Basang has good martial arts, but his mind is a bit simple, and he fell into the trap."
"Exactly, Basang was so focused on defeating his subordinates that he actually forgot about the female slave. If he focused on the female slave first, his subordinates would be extremely passive." Ma Li nodded, feeling that he was also meeting Basang. If When encountering Ciji, he is very likely to fail.
"Fortunately, there is Talin inside, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable." Thinking of this, Ma Li suddenly realized: "Unfortunately, the general met Ciji. Not only did he command well, but he also concentrated on preserving his strength, otherwise he would not just swim around and not fight hard."
Hearing this, Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Yang and Ma Li met different opponents this time. One was simple-minded and just wanted to fight hard.
A person with a flexible mind and single-minded focus on preserving strength.
The terrain is favorable for those with a quick mind, but unfavorable for those with a simple mind.
The battlefield is not only related to the opponent, but also to the terrain.
Therefore, it is said that the right time is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as the people.
"Tallin, is Tallin the lama's tomb tower? This one is built of stone or bricks." Zhao Yang shook his head, feeling that things were not that simple. He felt that Tallinn was extremely dangerous. "This is not only a test for the heavy cavalry, but also for the light cavalry. It's also a test. You only have 30% of the opponent's troops. How can the opponent be defeated so easily?"
"Their horses were afraid of firearms and were blown away by the explosion in Tallinn. Many heavy cavalrymen and horses crashed into the tomb tower and were either seriously injured or killed. Many soldiers and horses were lost, which gave the subordinates a big advantage." Ma Li pretended to be relaxed. said happily.
In fact, Ma Li didn't think so. If the opponent's horses hadn't been frightened and hit the tomb tower, they might have lost.
Not only were their numbers only 30% of the opponent's, but their firearms and crossbows had been exhausted.
"Zi Qi has indeed lived up to the name of Ma Li, and has completely demonstrated the majesty of the security group." Zhao Yang nodded, looking at Ma Li with joy, and his mouth was full of praise, "After this battle, Jia Luo's heavy cavalry suffered four injuries. Success, he will never dare to send troops casually again."
"The general is right. After this battle, Tubo's light and heavy cavalry were taken turns to be dealt with by the security group, and they finally became honest." A voice came from behind Ma Li and Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang and Ma Li looked back, and Zhao Yang couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Zi Biao, have you rescued all the slaves?"
"Sure enough, there were close to sixty slaves. Fortunately, they were all rescued." Ma Li counted the number and breathed a sigh of relief.
These are all Han people. There are originally few Han people in Qingtang City, which just makes up for the lack of Han people.
Zhao Yang and the others looked at these rescued slaves, and these slaves also looked at them curiously.
At this time, several teenagers aged sixteen or seventeen looked at the soldiers and horses of the security group curiously and kept pointing.
A man named Liu Dabing looked at Xiong Hu and the others, and bowed to Zhao Yang, Ma Li, and Xiong Hu.
The three of them felt that this young man was quite polite, so they looked at him and returned the courtesy.
Liu Dabing couldn't help but be overjoyed. He looked at Xiong Hu and bowed again: "Master Xiong, we want to join the army. Is it okay?"
They witnessed He Sian defeat the arrogant Kuo Di and worshiped the security team to the extreme.
But now he only knew Xiong Hu, so he had no choice but to ask Xiong Hu.
"General, the soldiers want a security regiment, is that okay?" Xiong Hu didn't dare to make the decision. Zhao Yang was the leader of the Tubo security regiment, so he reported to him.
Zhao Yang looked at these seven or eight young men, ranging from fifteen to eighteen years old.
He shook his head and couldn't help but sigh: "The age is right, but the body is too thin."
Not only were they thin, they were almost skinny and bones.
After all, he is a slave, and it is not easy to survive.
Hearing Zhao Yang's words, several young men couldn't help but bow their heads in shame, and even secretly shed tears.
They wanted to join the army with great vigor, but they didn't expect to be poured cold water on them, and all their enthusiasm was washed away.
"You like to shed cat urine so much, how can you fight in the future?" Zhao Yang couldn't help scolding them when he saw them crying.
Liu Dabing couldn't help but be overjoyed and bowed his hands: "General, do you agree?"
"When did I say I didn't agree? I have to work hard in the future and take good care of myself before we can fight." Zhao Yang scolded him again.
Hearing Zhao Yang's reprimand, they not only felt no pain, but were extremely happy. They bowed together and saluted: "Yes, General."
The teenagers were happy, but Zhao Yang didn't expect that trouble was still to come.
"General, young men also want to join the army." At this time, several men in their twenties came over and bowed to Zhao Yang, their eyes full of fiery eyes.
Zhao Yang looked at them, sighed inwardly, pointed at these teenagers and said, "Are they your brothers?"
Several men looked at them and nodded: "They are brothers of the little guys, but we are still young and strong, so we can also go out to kill the enemy."
Obviously these men were afraid of Zhao Yang's rejection, so they simply spoke up.
"I'm very pleased that you have the heart to serve the country." Zhao Yang first affirmed their enthusiasm, and then asked, "Do you have a family?"
These are all men in their twenties, so they cannot have families.
Several men bowed their heads and said, "General, all the little guys have families."
"People may die on the battlefield at any time. If you die, your brothers will also die in the battle. What will happen to your family, the elderly and your children?" Zhao Yang shook his head and persuaded patiently.
"General, small people can only cultivate the land, but there is very little soil in Tubo, and it is in the hands of the nobles. What should we do if there is no land for farming?" One of the men, Liu Dayong, boldly asked Zhao Yang with a bow.
Zhao Yang knew that these people had families and went to the battlefield not just to survive.
He glanced at everyone and nodded: "Don't worry, your livelihood will be no problem."
"General, we have a lot of people here, men and women, old and young." Hearing what Zhao Yang said, Liu Dayong didn't seem to believe it.
Zhao Yang looked at these people again and suddenly asked: "Are they sixty?"
"General, no, no, the youngest of the little guys is only fifty." Liu Dayong didn't understand what Zhao Yang meant, and asked as he shook his head and bowed his hands.
Zhao Yang sighed in his heart, but did not dare to show it on his face: "Those over sixty will be taken care of by Zhaojiazhuang until their death. If those under sixty are healthy, Zhaojiazhuang will also arrange work."
"Thank you, General, but, just, what should I do if I get sick?" After hearing this, Liu Dayong didn't know how to deal with it, so he asked while thanking him.
After all, life, old age, illness and death are things no one can experience.
They are slaves. When they get sick, they can only find an herbal remedy. If they are seriously ill, they can only fight hard.
Zhao Yang saw that most of these Han slaves had yellow faces and thin muscles, and many of them had sick looks on their faces.
Knowing that their life is not easy, I feel so happy that I can't help but feel lucky to have met the little saint.
Zhao Yang said in a deep voice: "You are all Han people, so naturally you should be treated when you are sick."
"Treatment, treatment, but little people have nothing, how can they have money to treat their illnesses?" Liu Dayong was happy at first, and then bowed his head in sadness.
Not only Liu Yong is like this, but most of this group is also like this.
Most of these people are sick, but the severity varies.
Herbal medicine can only solve minor illnesses. If you can resist a serious illness, you can overcome it. If you really can't resist it, you will die.
Therefore, few of these slaves lived past fifty, and even this fifty-year-old elder had a sick look on his face, obviously very ill.
Zhao Yang knew what they were thinking and wanted treatment but had no money.
He said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to worry at all. Zhaojiazhuang can advance the money for medical treatment, and you can pay it back whenever you have money."
"Real or false?" Liu Dayong couldn't believe his ears and looked at Zhao Yang with his mouth wide open.
The smile on Zhao Yang's face was not hypocritical at all, as if he was taking a breath of spring breeze.
He nodded and said to everyone present in an extremely affirmative tone: "Of course it is true. You are all Han people. Of course you should be treated with all your strength."
General, I can't thank you enough. "With a bang, everyone knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Yang.
This was completely unexpected. Zhao Yang was shocked and his horse hurriedly got out of the way.
But it was already rude for him to let these people kowtow on his horse.
He immediately got off his horse and hurriedly knelt down to return the salute.
The fifty-year-old man came to Zhao Yang's side, all talkative.
He said in an old voice: "My lord, how could you do this? Don't you want to treat the little people?"
Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard this. He didn't expect that the other party thought so.
"Old man, don't worry, everyone's diseases must be treated." Zhao Yang said while kowtowing.
The old man named Liu Decheng asked even more puzzledly: "Why should the noble man return the favor?"
"This is not a boy who is treating you, but a little saint who is treating you. How dare I accept your gift?" Zhao Yang explained in great embarrassment.
Liu Decheng kowtowed heavily to the sky: "Heaven, you have finally opened your eyes. You not only arrange work for the little people, but also treat their diseases. Heaven, thank you for arranging the little saint to save us poor people."
Hearing Liu Decheng thanking heaven so much, the slaves behind him didn't dare to neglect him, and they all kowtowed.
Seeing that these rescued slaves finally did not pay attention to him, Zhao Yang waved away the sweat on his forehead and felt relieved.
"The little saint is so kind to the little people, we will definitely create incense for the little saint, and the incense will continue every day." The old man kowtowed repeatedly in the direction of Xi County and said to the freed slaves behind him.
The people behind him kowtowed in the direction of Xi County and immediately agreed: "It should be so."
"May I ask how the little saint will arrange things for the little saint?" After saluting the little saint, Liu Decheng bowed to Zhao Yang and asked with some uneasiness.
Zhao Yang only talked about arrangements, but did not say how to arrange them, leaving them, the rescued slaves, feeling unsure.
It seems that the little saint is not a landowner. Except for Wang Ergui who is a carpenter, the rest of them are serfs. How can they survive without land?
Hearing Liu Decheng's words, everyone looked at Zhao Yang with expectations on their faces.
Zhao Yang nodded: "You all have arrangements. Zhaojiazhuang has set up many workshops in Qingtang City, and you work in the workshops."
"In the workshop, apart from being able to grow crops, how can most of the young people be as good at carpentry as my uncle?" Hearing Zhao Yang's words, he glanced at Wang Ergui with complete suspicion in his eyes.
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